My Blindfolded Daddy Fucked My Ass : Ass Fucked Daughters 14

by Kimmy Welsh

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Part of the Ass-Fucked Daughters series:

I go to take my regular morning’s shower in my parent’s en-suite, but I forgot that Daddy had the day off work.  As I enter their bedroom I see him splayed out on the bed with his sleep-mask on.  We startle each other, but the pair of us have already seen too much to ignore.

Daddy replaces his sleep-mask and tells me I can do whatever I want and he can be blissfully ignorant.  Read as I take him up on the offer, sitting down on his stiffness and taking it deep in my ass.


He moved the duvet back down his body so that his magnificent torso was on display again, then he returned his sleep-mask to his face, put his hands behind his head and exhaled.

I stared.  I didn’t know what to do.  I knew what I wanted to do, but that was something completely different.

I took a step towards the shower and then looked back to his face.  I couldn’t be sure in the light, but it looked like he was wearing a devilish smirk.  I couldn’t help but match it.  Had I read the situation right?

Steadily I walked towards the bed, dropping my towel and putting a knee onto the mattress.  He must have felt my weight on the bed, but Daddy didn’t move.  He continued to breathe steadily and wait.

“Whatever I want?” I whispered.

He nodded.  “If I don’t see it, it didn’t happen.”


Strange logic, but I wasn’t about to argue.  There were so many things I’d never done with a guy, and here was Daddy giving me what appeared to be a free pass.

His hand came out and touched my ass, easing me gently towards him.  I mounted my other knee on the mattress and knelt alongside him, looking down on his mature body.

I took a breath and felt a tremble in myself.  I was kind of nervous, but who could blame me.  It felt like Christmas morning!

My movements were slow at first, anticipating still that I might have misjudged the entire situation.  I gave Daddy ample time to stop me when I slowly started to push the duvet down his body further.

Instead of a complaint I heard him hum.  With his eyes covered I was free to express myself fully, which in this instance involved a wide-open mouth and bulging eyes.

The hair became more densely packed together, but it looked as though Daddy had recently cut it back a ways.

As the covers moved down more of him was revealed until I could see the sinewy muscles at the base of his throbbing cock.  It slid out, rising upwards like a being unto itself.  I watched as it settled at an angle, like the hand of a fast-spinning clock.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Whatever you like,” he reiterated.

My hand hovered above him and I paused for thought.  As far as I was concerned there was no downside to what I was about to do, but then I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.  Daddy’s huge cock had sullied my senses.  I couldn’t believe how big it was, or how hard.

“Lots of guys get stiff in the morning, don’t they?” I asked.

“They do,” he agreed, “but I’m not stiff because it’s morning.”


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